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Wow, you're paying too much....;-D....
Soon (next Mon) heading off to the Writers' Festival at Byron Bay.
First four days - workshops.
Last three - listening - readings, discussion panels, debates, Q&A's, book launches, and interviews.
I have preparation to do - pieces of work I want to get to a particular stage of development.
Camp gear to sort out. (Cheapest accommodation.)
Setting things in order for Ari to take my place while I'm gone.
Head buzzing. Joyfully excited. A little scared. Never quite comfortable around strangers.
I guess that happens every night when I go to sleep.
I never remember to restart, but somehow it happens anyway. ;)
Are you trying to get rich off my ideas?
You would be over paying.
Don't try to be happy, just try not to be depressed every day.
My thoughts are not worth 2 cents.
I was thinking more of a dollar . . . ;>)
I was wondering why you're so cheap with your payments, so I'm on strike until the price goes up, and I'm not going to answer this question of . . . HEY, WAIT! You Tricked me!
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I don't know Penny, but I'm willing to take a chance if she is.
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LOL!
"Stop, thief!"
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Don't hold your breath waiting for it, Salt; she's much too of a cheapo for that.
It reminds me of this one time in Corpus Christi when I needed to be bailed out of jail, and do you think she helped out a buddy by taking my suggestion that she go over to the local "gentleman's club" to shake it for a few hours to earn a measly $2,500? Heck, the way she looks, she could have pulled in three-fourths of that in the first 45 minutes, her tips alone throughout the rest of the night would have carried the rest of what I needed, and she could have pocketed the large.
Anyway, instead of helping me, she gave me some song and dance about how it was beneath her to use her body for profit, and how she had to be able to look herself in the mirror for the rest of her life, and how she had too much pride and too much dignity and too much self-respect, and how if the roles were reversed, she wouldn't ask me to stoop so low, and how I shouldn't ask her to such a thing, yada yada yada. All I know is I spent the next 4 weeks in a cold jail cell eating rubbery bologna on moldy bread with rancid mayo while fending off amorous advances from the riff-raff. Well, I guess I shouldn't complain about her; when my final hearing came up, she met the judge in chambers and a half hour later all charges were dismissed and I was a free man.
Now that I think of it, I never did find out what she said to convince the judge . . .
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haha xD
No offence taken.
Let the games begin, my friend. ;)
Ah, well, it happens to the best of us. The earth will hopefully be around to shatter later, when it comes to mind again.
People are complaining about how hot it is this summer.
These are the SAME people who complain about the snow and how cold it is in the winter.
CHOOSE ONE; do NOT complain about both.
